For a good 16 hours (6:30pm to 10:30am) I lost my best friend. Simba ran away from home without a collar on; luckily, someone found him and dropped him off at the humane society. Being me, during that 16 hours I had a very helpful coping mechanism: Comedy. I would like to share with you some of the thoughts racing through my head as I was attempting to cope with the situation: -16 years old. Simba was 16 years old. Hell, when I was 16 I probably wanted to run away from home too. The difference is, Simba had the balls to do so. Ironically, hes neutered. -A couple months ago my father picked up some dog food. He chose to purchase dry food specifically for puppies. His reasoning was because Simba is a small dog. By my fathers logic, Verne Troyer (Mini Me) and the Roloff familys diet would consist solely of mashed peas and formula. -Hey Simba, remember that time we took you to the condo in Vancouver and you thought the screen door was open but you ran straight into the screen? Or that time you were barking at birds in the backyard and one finally had enough of it and did a dive bomb right at you. Thats the closest Ill get to a Pokemon battle. Or that time you bolted out the front door when Auntie Jeanette opened it and you ran around the block, eventually turning up back at our doorstep half an hour later. Please do that again. Please? To everyone who has a pet, hug them real tight. Except if its a cat. Dogs rule, Cats drool - Michael J. Fox. Just kidding. Cats are the thems meow. Now if youll excuse me, Im going to go listen to Bailando and dance with my dog and watch one of my favourite clips from Futurama. Just picture the roles reversed. https://youtube/watch?v=W6GDil0rGls Big Gulps, Everyone.
Posted on: Wed, 20 Aug 2014 20:08:16 +0000
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